LOGINSienna's POV
I drew in a long breath. My eyes lingered on the invitation as if it could somehow hand me an answer. Then, slowly, I set it back down on the table. “I’ll think about it,” I finally murmured, my voice nearly drowned out by the clamor echoing inside my own chest.Liam gave a small nod, as though that alone was enough for him. “Alright,” he said softly. “That’s enough for now.”I glanced at my half-finished breakfast. The thick sandwich that had seemed unappetizinEmily's POV I stepped closer, one step at a time, until he could smell my perfume. “Willy you don’t understand. I love Liam.”My gaze pierced straight through him. “I was the first. I was the one the world knew beside him. Isn’t it only natural that I take back what was mine to begin with?”Willy opened his mouth, then closed it again, at a loss for words.I laughed softly. “Don’t worry. Those photos are just the beginning. The public will start to wonder. There will be rumors and gossip oh, you know what the media is like.”I reached for my phone on the table. “And I only need one more small step. After that? Liam will have no choice but to explain. And any explanation will end the same way we still have a relationship.”Willy rubbed his face. “But you already sent Sienna the photos?”I chuckled. “That’s exactly why it’s perfect. I want her to see them. I want her to know her place. She’s not strong enough to stand in our world.”My voice t
Emily's POV My apartment was flooded with the glow of dusk streaming through the large windows. Shades of orange washed over the entire room, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. I set my bag down on the sofa, slipped off my coat, and my steps felt light too light, even carried by a sense of victory that coursed through my body.The moment the door closed, I spun around and smiled in satisfaction. “I have to admit an excellent piece of work, Willy.”The words slipped smoothly from my lips, mixed with a soft laugh I didn’t bother to hold back.Willy stood awkwardly near the doorway, still clutching his camera. “Thank you, Miss Emily but I, I just-” He swallowed, clearly uneasy. “Is- is this really all right? After all, Mr. Liam is already married.”My eyes narrowed slightly not in anger, but in amusement. How naïve. “How many times do I have to tell you, Willy? Liam is my lover. He is not anyone’s husband.”“But-”
Sienna's POV I opened my eyes slowly, letting the scent of coffee fill my lungs. There was something soothing about this small routine: the same movements, the same sounds, every afternoon when Liam was home, or even when he wasn’t. As if my body had memorized it long before my mind ever doubted.I carried his cup to the dining table, placing it exactly where he liked it. The chair on the right side of the table. Reflex. Always there. I even kept the slightly scratched wooden coaster left from when Noah used to bang it with a spoon while laughing, and Liam had only shaken his head and said, “Just leave it. It’ll become a memory.”I set the plates, took the salad from the fridge, checked the chicken in the oven. The skin was turning a perfect golden color, the aroma of rosemary and lemon blending softly. I smiled in satisfaction. Today everything was going well. Too well, maybe.My thoughts briefly drifted to Liam’s message from that morning. Short. Warm. But ther
Sienna's POV Noah leaned forward, examining the batter as if it were a scientific experiment. “Mommy, if you stir it for a long time, what does it become?”“It becomes softer,” I answered. “So when it’s cooked later, it tastes good.”“Oh .” He thought for a moment. “That means Daddy will like it.”I froze for a brief second when the name slipped so naturally from his mouth. No hesitation, no pause. Just the innocent certainty of a child who believed his father was part of everything.“Yes,” I finally said, keeping my voice gentle. “Daddy will definitely like it.”Noah resumed stirring enthusiastically, then suddenly stopped and looked at me. “Mommy, are you tired?”The question came without warning, simple, yet piercing. I was startled for a moment, then shook my head with a smile.“No. Why do you ask?”“Because Mommy often says ‘it’s okay’,” he said innocently. “But Miss Clara says if someone is tired, they have to rest.”I laughed softly, t
Sienna's POV Noah was already standing beside me, wearing a small dinosaur-print apron he had somehow put on by himself without me noticing when. He tugged the apron down, as if making sure it looked neat. “Mommyyy, Noah is ready to be the number one chef!” he shouted, lifting a tiny spatula into the air like a knight raising his sword.I couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, Mommy feels very safe with Chef Noah here. So, where do we start?”“Noah wants to crack the egg!” he said confidently.I held my breath. Past experience suggested the egg would end up more on the table than in the bowl. But seeing his wide, sparkling eyes, it felt impossible to refuse.I pulled a small chair closer to the kitchen counter and slid a large glass bowl to the center. The kitchen that afternoon was filled with golden light from the window, reflecting off the countertop and the prepared cooking tools. The faint scent of freshly chopped garlic lingered in the air, mixed with th
Sienna's POV Maximilian stopped pushing the cart and looked at me. “I want to tell him that I can write my name more neatly now. And I want to say that I listened to Mommy.”My chest warmed. “Daddy will be proud.”We turned into the bread section. Noah immediately pointed at Liam’s favorite garlic bread.“That one! Daddy likes that for breakfast!”I grabbed two packs. “We’ll stock up.”On the next shelf, my eyes landed on a small chocolate bar. Without thinking, I picked one up and put it into the big cart not Noah’s. Noah noticed immediately, his eyes widening.“Mommy?” “Hm?” “Who is that for?”I smiled faintly. “For Mommy. Sometimes Mommy needs a treat too.”He nodded, as if he completely understood the concept. “If Mommy is happy, the house is happy too.”That innocent sentence made me stop for a moment. I looked at him, then gently stroked his hair. This little child somehow, he always said the right things without even trying







